Lost Souls

When does a man's heart

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When does a man's heart
Search deep within
To find love for his brother
And not just for him

When does a man's skin
Become his disguise
A judgment of character
Not what’s inside

When does a man's hands
Cease to resist
To join with his neighbors
Something more than a fist
 

When does a man's voice
Spoken in rage
Soften a little
For the violence we wage

When does a man's eyes
Bring forth the tears
To cleanse all the hatred
Held for so many years

When does a man's will
Harden like stone
And turn a cold shoulder
To the wrongs he has known

When does a man's ears
Shut out all the screams
It seems that we’re sleeping
In fanciful dreams

When does a man's hope
Turn to ashes and dust
When he has no compassion
When he gives up on trust

When the cost of a body
Is less than a soul
He’ll take of it freely
And not worry the toll....